Digging deep in the woods behind my house, in the middle of a ring of stones. Slamming my shovel into the ground under my feet once more, I feel the shovel hit something. I toss the shovel out of the hole, the handle hanging over the edge just in case I need it again. Swiping my hand over the dirt to move it, I feel and see a rock. Grinning I pick my shovel up and jam it between the edge of the rock and the dirt after it. As Im prying the rock out of the ground my two friends come back from grabbing a few water bottles from the house. Mike tosses one down to me, hitting me in the back of my head. Chris laughs, making me pick up and pebble and sling it at his forehead. Hitting him square in the center of if, I say under my breath, "Dead center." His laugh comes to an abrupt stop, a red mark finding its way onto his head, right where the rock connected. His laugh must've traveled to me and Mike, because we were both laughing as loud as he was, bending over. "Okay, okay I get it now. Dont mess with Jake." Stops laughing, looking up at Chris. "Man, you should see yourself." My laugh starts up again and a rock his me ontop of my head, falling to my feet. "Ow!!", I shout out, my laugh returning once again. "Okay, okay stop it you're making my stomach hurt!" I look up at Mike, seeing that he is already standing up straight and has his shovel in hand.
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Demon Rising
Fantasy'Demon Rising' is a story about a group of seven people, becoming close friends, meeting after a day or two from the start of the big bang deep in a beautiful cave, demons erupting from the center of a waterfall. how many live? how many die? read to...
